[ He knows all about keeping your voice steady when it seems like something inside of you is falling apart. This dream, this vision, whatever it is — it's a glimpse past that facade. This place is where none of that does any good. When she's able to see him again, any relief he's been allowed at not finding himself alone here is edged by sadness, because he can see he's only pulled her into his grief.
It's why he so often fails to share it. Bleeding on other people does no one any good. ]
You lost someone?
[ His mouth presses into a grim line, but his eyes are open and watching her. ]
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It's why he so often fails to share it. Bleeding on other people does no one any good. ]
You lost someone?
[ His mouth presses into a grim line, but his eyes are open and watching her. ]